Kevej smiled at The Captain as she entered and hoped she might get along a bit better with their guest than he seemed to be doing. "I just popped the kettle on boss, I'll get you a strong one just as you like it." was what he wanted to say if he hadn't been cut off halfway through by the worst noise that could be on a spaceship.
The whole mess jolted, crockery rattled and the lights flickered. The kettle slipped it's moorings and splashed across the floor, slightly scalding him. Kevej cursed and threw down a towel. If only that was the worst of it. Kevej looked at Maria but she was already in motion. She'd know what to do. He turned back to their guest, smiled and did his best to ignore the rising smell of ship-fire.
"I promise this doesn't happen, I'm sure it's nothing major," Kevej said without a single mote of confidence in his voice. Teg also dashed through the mess, not stopping to look. That was also probably for the best.
"I'm just going to... You wait here and I'll be right back." Kevej didn't try to gauge how The Judge was reacting to the whole ordeal, but he could guess it was better than he was.
Kevej made his way to the bridge just in case there was any buttons that needed pressing or something. He knew enough about mechanical stuff to know he would just get in the way with most things. Ducking in through the doorway he greeted Andrea.
"Still flying?" he quipped with bravado he really didn't feel. He settled down into the co-pilots seat and buckled up, pulling himself towards the console and strapping on the headset.
There were a few emergency procedures he knew he had to go through as the first mate, though he discarded half of them. It was quite a liberty to take, but Kevej trusted everyone here; with a crew this small and skilled people already knew the procedures and then some. He calibrated the air scrubbers to flush, diagnosed and prepped the sprinklers, switched power to auxiliaries and two-dozen other small things. It was stuff Andrea was already doing half subconsciously but it saved her the time if he helped, and he mentioned and sounded off every time he set something just to make sure he was actually helping.
He wasn't 100% on a lot of this stuff, he was much more well practised at hoping he would never need to use this training. But he was also practical minded enough when learning to realise he'd be in this situation one day, and he didn't end up making many mistakes at all.
Finally he brought up the star-charts. Likely they weren't too far from help if they needed it but it was worth a check. Scanning comm frequencies... Maybe some folks might have picked up the disturbance already and be asking after, and hopefully not trying to take advantage. Scanning.... Scanning... Just the empty black, no vessel signatures
"No ships nearby, Andrea, for better or for worse, right?" he didn't relay that through to the captain, he hoped he knew better than to try and jam up the intercom right now.
High Moon
